Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Bragging?? Maybe a little.

For a homework assignment Bailey was asked to write what basically is her story. The teacher asked her to answer a bunch of questions (examples: What does your house look like? Feel like? Sound like? What are your favorite things? Words or Phrases your family uses a lot? Family traditions? Beliefs?) The only requirement was that she start each line with "I am from" or "From". I read it when she was finished and nearly cried. I worry about my kids every day (as most moms do) but especially with all of the changes they've gone through. When I read her story all I could think was how grateful I am that this is how she sees her life. It doesn't look so bad through her eyes. And I guess in the end that's what matters most to me.
P.S. She took the picture below and I had to share it also. My girl is full of talents!!

I Am From

I am from red bricks and a green door

From the smell of dinner cooking

I am from warmth and coziness

From the sound of insanity

I am from notebooks

From nail polish and shoes

I am from Bryan and Angie

From Luke and Presley

I am from going to the movies on Thanksgiving

From pancakes on Christmas morning

I am from sweet dreams

From sissy and amen

I am from a man who died on a cross so we could live with him forever

From sweet tea and chocolate chip pancakes

I am from spaghetti and fried rice.

From going to the mall everyday with Mom

I am from my grandmother’s house every Saturday

I am from heat and humidity

From laughter and going to church

I am from watching movies

I am from shopping and going to my cousin’s house

Monday, August 20, 2012

It's nothing new except...

You know…we’ve been broke before. As a matter of fact, there was a time in our early marriage that we were so broke that we had one car between us that we could barely pay for; we couldn’t afford cable so we watched TV on a handheld black and white and some months we had to borrow grocery money.

Bry worked his butt off for years to get us out of that situation. At one point he had two jobs (I was working full time too). We would leave the house at around 6 am, work till 5 pm, drive home & eat a quick dinner and then he would be out the door so that he could make it to bartend from 6 pm till sometimes 2 or 3 in the morning. He is so talented but for years he was the “worker bee”, he did the work but his boss got to put his stamp on the job. When he was finally offered the position as VP of Development we thought “Finally, after all these years, he’s made it. We can breathe.
And we did breathe. Now I’m not saying that we spent all of those years struggling. We did okay after a while but there was still always that feeling of “Oh gosh, are we going to make it?” But when he got that job we felt like maybe we had arrived at that point in our lives where you just settle in and enjoy the ride. Well…that was our first mistake. :)

As I was saying…we’ve been broke before. This is different. It’s funny because I think that people have this idea that because he has a job now everything is back to normal. Here’s the thing, he gets a paycheck but that paycheck, according to studies, is poverty level wages. It is not even ¼ of what he used to make. People see us struggling and think well; maybe if you just cut back here and there you’ll pull through. Okay. If that makes you feel better I will nod and go along with you. It’s not the truth though.

Let’s forget about the money for a minute. We’ll pretend that he makes enough to stretch from payday to payday. My kids will never be the same. Luke and Presley still cry every time they talk about their dog, Max. Bailey doesn’t even talk about him at all. When you don’t have a home or money for your kids you definitely don’t have enough to keep your dog. Also, if they see you even think about taking one of their toys out of their room, even ones they forgot they had, they freak out. Not normal freak out like most kids do when this happens. I’m talking total melt down that eventually turns into sobs of “I miss Max”. Which we’ve learned is code for “I miss my old life.”

It’s affected them in ways that we haven’t even figured out yet. For instance, last year I found out Bay’s school was having a winter formal. I asked her why she wasn’t going and she said “I don’t know. I just don’t want to.” I could tell that wasn’t the case at all so I kept pushing her to talk. Finally she said “It’s okay Mommy. Yeah, I’d like to go but I know we can’t afford the dress and everything.” I was pretty sure I could actually hear my heart break at that moment. Yeah, I ended up figuring out ways for her to go (with the help of my sister) and yeah, we’ve found ways to help them get whatever they need but I know that they feel this more than they let on.

I won’t even go into the ways that it has affected me and Bry emotionally. Honestly, I’ve been too busy staying positive for everyone else to even evaluate my own feelings. I’m kind of afraid to feel them to be honest with you. I have this fear that if I let myself really “go there” that I will just lay in a heap and cry. That’s not my personality though. I’m a “keep it moving” kind of girl. And I also know that God has a plan for us. I REALLY believe that although it might not sound like it sometimes. No matter how discouraged I feel I am always brought back to that truth. No, that doesn’t mean that I have to like it or that it will be easy, but it does help pick me up off my feet when the burden gets too heavy.

Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the perilous pestilence. He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler. You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day, Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday. Psalm 91: 3-6

Cast your burden on the LORD, And He shall sustain you; He shall never permit the righteous to be moved. Psalm 55:22

1 I lift up my eyes to the hills where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip he who watches over you will not slumber; Psalm 121

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Blog Again? Maybe....

Yeah so...it's been a while. Needless to say that when Bry lost his job it put us into a tailspin. I read some old posts and was reminded of what a great tool this is. The kids are going to love looking back at these and seeing little glimpses of their past. Bailey already does. So yeah. I think I'll give it another shot. Not making any promises though. If you are a Mom, have a Mom or know a Mom you're probably aware of how hard it can be to carve out time for yourself! Bare with me... I know most of my old posts were about the crazy things my kids got into and the fun stuff we did together. There will be plenty of that but after everything we've been through the past couple of years I'm sure there will be some not so pleasant ramblings added in. But I guess that's what you get when you are a Super Mommy...lots of fun, memories and love with a few bad days thrown in to keep you on your toes!